Twinsensibility Part Nineteen

[dysonrules]

HAPPY TWINSDAY, EVERYONE!!!!!  Not beta-ed because I wrote it... just now.  LOL!

Lorcan grimaced as he pulled away from Lysander’s kiss.

“Urgh, what was that one?” he asked.

“Squid, I think,” Lysander replied after chewing experimentally. “Your turn.”

Lysander’s hand rose and touched Lorcan’s lips briefly as he popped a smooth, bean-shaped sweet into his mouth. Lorcan chewed experimentally for a moment before Lysander’s lips captured his.

Lysander’s tongue lapped at his and the flavours mingled, tainted slightly by the lingering fishy taste from the squid. Lysander chuckled.

“Malted milk?” he asked, pulling back.

Lorcan wrinkled his nose. “Malted squid. Delightful,” he said.

He watched as Lysander popped a brown one into his mouth. The brown ones could be dangerous—everything from dirt to lacquer. Arnold Boot had sworn he’d found a shit-flavoured one once, although how he had known what shit tasted like had been the subject of much Arnold-ribbing thereafter.

Lysander nodded, so Lorcan figured it could not be too horrific. He leaned forward and kissed his brother, although the flavour refused to register for long moments, because Lorcan’s brain found itself unable to process the information—occupied as it was with Lysander’s hand, currently toying with Lorcan’s hard cock.

They sat together on Lysander’s bed, wrapped around each other in near-Lotus positions, still wearing their pyjamas; although the bottoms had been pushed down to reveal matching arses and hard pricks. Lorcan stroked Lysander’s to get even while his brother pulled away with a soft moan.

“Potato,” Lorcan breathed.

Lysander fished a yellow bean from the pile next to them. “Needs butter,” he said and slipped it between Lorcan’s lips.

Lorcan nearly swallowed it whole when Lysander’s hand twisted and his palm rolled over the throbbing head of his prick. He fished it between his teeth and bit down. Not butter, but custard. The sweetness was a welcome change from the odd flavours that had come before, and it had the added benefit of Lysander plundering his mouth much longer than previously.

Lorcan had intended to let his brother rest. “No strenuous activity,” Pomfrey had warned. But he had little resistance to Lysander, as had been proven a dozen times. “A bit of harmless snogging is not strenuous,” Lys had insisted. He had offered Bertie Bott’s Every Flavoured Beans as incentive and Lorcan had caved, although tasting Lysander’s kisses was a far sweeter temptation.

Lorcan chose a green one, although he was finding it hard to focus through the movements of Lysander’s hands, speeding as his brother panted against his cheek, moaning in time with Lorcan’s strokes.

Lorcan tucked the sweet between Lysander’s gasping lips, waited until his jaw closed, and then captured his lips. His tongue plunged inside and the flavour burst across their mingled kiss. Ah! That was the one Lorcan had been waiting for!

Spearmint.

He broke the kiss and pushed Lysander onto his back.

“Lorcan? What—?” His question turned into a loud moan as Lorcan took his cock into his mouth and laved it with his tongue. He pulled back and blew on it, enhancing the tingles left by the mint. “Oh, Merlin, Lorcan...”

“Good?” Lorcan asked and smirked. He enveloped Lysander’s hard length and attempted to swallow it, which made his brother throw back his head with a scream—and come.

Thank Merlin for Silencing Charms, Lorcan thought absently as he watched Lysander come undone. The sight alone was enough. Lorcan’s cock throbbed, untouched, and emptied itself onto Lysander’s bed. He wasn’t worried. They were both getting very good at Cleaning Charms.

He licked Lysander clean, loving every twitch and gasp caused by that action, as well, before crawling up his brother’s body to rest atop him, nestling his face in Lysander’s neck.

Lysander stroked his hair gently.

“Go to sleep, Lys.”

“Mmmmm. Night, Lorcan.”